Getting reckless like a backer losing fast,
Sweatin' bullets ‘cause you know that you can't turn back,
In a panic, sprinting, ‘cause time is all you need.
Watch out everybody- there's a madman on the street!
Paranoia turning you inside and out,
If they don't move you'll just have to run them down.
Mind is racing- make haste is what you gotta do.
But to make haste is waste; perhaps haste is making you?
(Paranoia turning you inside and out, If they don't move you'll just have to run them down.) Stress, paranoia, such wicked feelings, I can relate. Nice penning! 👁
i how know the feeling from the stress thank you for writing
You are right. Stress make us do bad things. Powerful and worthwhile words shared Bryony.
Mind is racing haste, panic, insane.......... thank you dear poet that you present these moments in its intensity.. thanku. tony
Mind is racing- make haste is what you gotta do. But to make haste is waste; perhaps haste is making you? a very nicepoem bringing up your point of thinking. thank u dear poet. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I always seem stressed these days, then the insomnia kicks in.